Just the tits this time.

Thankfully, Justin didn't last any longer that that. He groaned and a delightful flood of hot cum splashed against my throat as he continued his **** fucking motion, cum rushing out of him all over my neck and chest. I really did enjoy the feel of fresh jizz on my skin. There's just something decadent about it.

"Mmm." I purred as he grunted out another few spurts. "Damn, that's a huge load. Been a while since a woman let you touch her, huh?" I grinned up at him, no longer needing to play any particular role. Honestly, he wasn't all that bad looking and he had a nice cock. I'd consider hooking up for fun now and then.

He didn't respond to my little jab, instead just smirking. "Yeah, you're no lady though. And I guess there's no chance you'll clean this up for me." He gestured to his sloppy, messy dick.

I stood up, completely unconcerned with my bare, cum-covered tits, currently dripping down my abdomen in a surprisingly enjoyable manner. "Not a chance. Not since the change." I cupped his face, smudging his cheeks gently. "Too bad, because normally with a cock like that I'd be open to letting you get away with a lot of things. Now I gotta be more careful."

I had a bit of cum on my finger and I held it up to him. "Unless you want to just have a taste right now and become my little ****. We can have a lot of fun. I'll teach you all kinds of things."

He met my gaze, trying to decide if I was joking. I made it a point to keep my dominatrix lifestyle private from other areas of my life, so he couldn't know I was dead serious. He must have decided it wasn't a very funny joke, because he just tucked his cock away and left me alone in the corner.

I laughed and snuck away to begin phase two of my plan.

As with every other element of this bizarre TRAP thing that had happened, I instinctively understood that for it to work it had to be fairly fresh. So I didn't have much time to get Hank to swallow it and I couldn't dissolve it in a drink. It had to be straight cum.

Fortunately, Hank made it known that workers could bribe him with certain things. One of them conveniently available from the bakery next door.

Inside the restroom, I tore my shirt off and threw it into a heap in the corner, stained with cum as it was. Suppressing a morbidly curious desire to taste it, I scraped a generous portion of the cum from my body and collected it in a to-go cup. I wiped myself down with paper towels and pulled on the spare uniform blouse that we kept in the bathroom for emergencies.

An imaginary clock was ticking in my head as I carefully washed my hands with nearly scalding water, just as a precaution, and then hurried next door to pick up an assortment of glazed and cream-filled pastries. Their store was dead, so I got in and out inside of ninety seconds, and made my way to the little table right outside Hank's office to prepare my surprise.

I knew it wouldn't take much, so I used a coffee stirrer to add tiny amounts of the still-potent semen to each and every item. Feeling paranoid about how much time has elapsed, I took a deep breath and once again adopted a persona I didn't much care for before knocking on Hank's office door.

"What is it?" He called through the closed door.

I held the bakery box up next to the small window and smiled apologetically at him.

He waved me in.

Taking the initiative, I spoke first. "Hey Hank. What happened with Sarah... I just, hope this helps make things right. It shouldn't have happened that way." I offered him the box.

Taking the box, he dropped it on the desk and leaned back in his chair, eyeing me suspiciously. "You know I would have fired you ages ago when I realized I didn't have a shot at you, but you bring in a lot of customers with those tits."

I gaped, actually surprised at his remark.

He laughed. "Don't deny it. You love flaunting those big babies. I see you working it to get those tips, too. Everyone knows you're a shameless exhibitionist."

I decided to keep my chagrined act up and kept my mouth shut, looking over my shoulder at the still-ajar door to his office as though worried someone might overhear. "I... Yes, I do that. Does everyone really know? I don't think so. Please don't tell them." I suppressed a groan. I felt stupid playing such a simpering weakling for this guy. But I knew he liked to gloat, and he had a thing about eating while talking.

"Relax, babe. I can keep a secret... For a price." He leaned forward again and pulled the box toward him, looking over the selection. "Actually, it kind of works out that Sarah is gone. She was starting to bore me."

Did he seriously think I'd stoop to sexual favors to keep people from hearing that I flirt and show cleavage for tips? That I'm so fragile as all that? It took a lot of effort to not break his nose.

Instead, I widened my eyes. "What do you mean?" God, he'd have to be an idiot not to realize I was acting strangely.

"Close the door." He said, picking out an eclair from the box and examining it.

Trying not to hurry to do what I wanted done anyway, I shut the door. A few of the other baristas noticed and started murmuring amongst themselves. Naturally they assumed I was the new Sarah and that I'd be on Hank's cock any minute. Boy were they wrong.

I turned back to him, trying my hardest to look intimidated.

He gestured to the small chair to the side of his desk. "Come stand over here, sweetheart, and we'll figure out what we can do about your little secret."

Slowly, I took one step and then another. I knew I would just want to bash his head in if I hurried. A crime if he were still a person, but once he ate that pastry... "Please, sir. I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to get by, you know?" I reached the spot he indicated.

Finally, he popped the thing in his mouth and started chewing, mouth open. I froze, staring at him, which just made him grin around a mouthful of cum-laced eclair.

Holding his hands up in a juvenile imitation of groping breasts, he mumbled, "Come closer, I just want to have a feel." He swallowed as I took another step forward. This was it. If I'd done everything correctly, he would be subject to the TRAP, and I could do whatever I wanted to him.